Grammar Time

I sat my Dodo down at the table, handed her a pencil, eraser, R&S 3 opened to her assignment, and a fresh sheet of paper.

"Grammar? Yuk." She says.

"Just do it."

"But Mom, this has no point!"

So I spend a good five minutes expounding on the benefits and necessity of a solid grounding in grammar, while she rolls her eyes.

She groans, sets her head on the table, and holds up her hand.

"The pencil, Mom," she says, shaking it in the air. "The Pencil has no point, see??!"

Oh yeah, I knew that.

-EH

The Chicken and the Egg, so soon

Out of nowhere Scote came up to me, his small face squinched and scrunched and strangely adult for someone only two weeks past 5, and said,

"Mommy, if caterpillars turn into butterflies who lay eggs that become more butterflies...where did the very first butterfly come from? Because if he came from a caterpillar then he came from an egg and was laid by another butterfly too, then where did that one come from?" Then he groaned and said, "My brain hurts."

Yeah, mine too.


(And no fair asking how I answered him in the hopes of sparking a creationism/evolution debate, that's a can of worms I only care to open in private.)
~EH

An actual note from my Dodo

After being told several times to settle down and get to bed, as well as threats about a certain lack of hot chocolate tommorrow morning if she failed to comply I recieved this hastily-scratched note...

Dear Mommy,
To me Sunday nihgt is the hardest to sleep because I get to excited.
Love,
Dodo

Note: the only thing *special* we do on Mondays is a full day of school. Wednesday is library, Thursday swimming, but Mondays we work all day. She can't sleep because she can't wait for Ancient History, Latin, Grammar, Math, and Spelling. Think I am pushing my child, turning her off with developmentally innapropriate materials and drill so I can live vicariously through her? HAH! Proved those guys wrong, nah-nah-na-nah-nah!